Don't get any big ideasThey're not gonna happenYou paint yourself whiteAnd fill up with noiseThere'll be something missingAnd now that you found itIt's goneNow that you feel itYou don'tYou've gone off the rails

She stands stark nakedAnd she beckons you to bedDon't go, you'll only wantTo come back again

So don't get any big ideasThey're not gonna happenYou'll go to HellFor what yourDirty mind is thinking

And now that you found itIt's goneNow that you feel itYou don'tIt's gone forever